Lysanter’s muscular chest with sensual perked nipples and tightly packed abdominal muscles was revealed. She tried not to stare, but such a view required more than just a cursory glance. His arms looked strong. That appealed to her on some deep subconscious level. Lysanter looked like he could hold her and protect her from any of the dangers she perceived. Part of her longed to be held in those arms.
He tucked his thumbs into the top of his pants. “I’m going to expose myself now, Lenora.”
She nodded.
After a moment’s hesitation he did just that. She got a fast glimpse of the organ before he blocked it by bending over to remove his pants and boots in full. Then he stood and she was able to see it. Her eyes widened. The thing hung so long it was partially hidden by the bed he stood behind. It was thick, also—thicker than her wrist. And this is when he was flaccid? Horror struck like a hot slap to her face. She turned away.
“Oh my God.”
“Lenora?”
“This was supposed to squash my fears? You’re gigantic. You would tear me to bits.”
Lysanter became aghast. “You…you truly think this?”
“Yes. If it stayed the way it is now that would be fine. That’s huge, but not impossible. But you’re just flaccid. Once you get hard…”
“I don’t know what you mean by flaccid. There’s only one state for Dak-Hiliah men. This is it.”
Her brow furrowed. He was hard now? It looked loose and floppy. How could he penetrate her? She leaned an arm onto the bed.
“Can I touch it?”
Lysanter grimaced. “Yes.” He picked up the end so that it rested on the bed.
She crept over to him. It was making a soft curve where part of it was on the bed. Lenora felt sure he was flaccid. She met his eyes briefly, and then touched his shaft with a finger. The warm flesh felt spongy.
“Would you just be honest?” she said. “You’re flaccid. There’s no way you could penetrate me like this. The real thing I’m going to have to deal with is probably twice this size.”
He groaned. “Lenora, I wouldn’t lie to you. I don’t know anything about organs that grow or shrink. That’s not how Dak-Hiliah members work.”
“How would you ever get something this soft inside me?”
He groaned again. Lenora realized his face was blazoning crimson. His cock suddenly lifted off the bed. She jolted back. It rose out straight and stiff before him.
Lenora’s eyes widened (and sparkled). “It’s prehensile?”
“Yes.”
He moved it up and down, side to side. He made it take an S curve and then coil like a screw.
“Wow!” She grabbed it with both hands. This was even better than the shows at the festival.
“Gah!”
She squeezed up and down its length thoroughly with both hands. It had turned to a stiff muscle.
“Lenora—!”
She was too mesmerized to register his distress. “You’re right. This wouldn’t be so bad. It’s…amazing.” She pressed her finger over the length of his slit.
“Ahh!” Lysanter broke free and fell down behind the bed.
Lenora gasped. “I’m sorry!” What the Hell was she thinking? He’d gone to such a great length to reassure her and she’d acted like an idiotic child.
“Leave.” His voice was strained.
“Lysanter—I’m sorry.”
“Just leave!”
Tears welled up behind her eyes. She couldn’t force herself to go. “Are you in pain?”
He gave a constricted grunt. “Painfully…aroused.”
Her face crumbled. This was the last thing she’d wanted. She’d gotten him worked up carelessly—without any regard to him. She couldn’t leave him like this. If he was suffering due to arousal then sex would make it right. It wouldn’t be any great trial for her to allow it to happen. She was attracted to him, and he’d proven himself honorable. It was all too easy for her to become resolute.
“I’m not leaving, Lysanter.”
His hand thudded onto the bed. He lifted himself enough for his auburn eyes to glare at her.
“You can touch me.”
Now his eyes bulged, but he didn’t come near her. Lenora took down the sleeves of her dress, exposing her breasts, and then pulled it the rest of the way off. She’d worn nothing beneath it, since the only undergarments available to her would have made the fabric bunch. She kept her eyes locked with his.
He looked over her with his eyes still wide. “You’re…giving yourself to me?”
She nodded.
“Are you certain?”
She beckoned him to her with a hand. “Come on.”
Lysanter stood. She could see he was trembling. He dimmed the light behind him and then crept onto the bed. With a slow, hesitant crawl he climbed above her. His hand smoothed her hair. His face was still questioning her, as if giving her a chance to push him away.
She swallowed. He was much larger than her, but rather than trepidation she felt a warmth inside. He was being careful, despite his discomfort. She truly felt that she could trust him.
“Do…Dak-Hiliah kiss?”
His lips quivered. “I’ve been…dying to kiss you, Lenora.”
Lysanter enclosed his mouth over hers to make a moist warm seal. He pulled back while still trembling. She could see him battling for restraint. Lenora leaned up and rejoined their lips. Then his hands closed tightly around her. His body pressed against hers and he crushed her mouth beneath his own. He cradled her with both strong arms while ravishing her lips. His passion had her stomach clenching. He was powerful and yet still careful not to harm her.
Lysanter touched his tongue to hers. The connection of their mouths grew even deeper, and now the heat within her grew sensual. Lysanter’s every movement was calculated, but strained. He forced his hands to be gentle while caressing the soft flesh of her throat.
His cock connected timidly against her stomach. Lenora opened her eyes, but then she let herself succumb once again to his mouth. The hot organ glanced over her belly, tickling her and making her flinch. Then it moved lower, to stroke her delicate inner thighs. It came near enough to her sex to brush her pubic hair.
Lysanter kept joining their mouths while testing her neither region. She had her legs parted and forced herself not to jolt. The play was exotic, but bizarrely tantalizing. Soon her toes were curling and she tipped her pelvis toward the organ. It nudged the outer hood of her sex. Lenora’s breath caught.
He pulled away from her mouth to lavish her neck with kisses instead. His hot lips made her flesh tingle. He cupped her breast with one hand, palmed it, then tickled the perked nub. Lenora’s breaths came faster. Her skin came alive with his every touch. It made her thighs squirm and there was already wetness in her sex. Lysanter worked his mouth lower with soft kisses until he could take her other nipple into his mouth. He nipped and sucked that most tender flesh while his fingers plucked at the other side.
Lenora gripped the sheet beneath her. Why was she so viciously sensitive? Lysanter was making her stomach tremble. She hadn’t always been this way, had she? But then, had she ever had such a skilled lover?
Lysanter’s cock mashed against her sex.
“Oh…”
The powerful organ pressed against her slit and then rubbed up and down her slick labia. Her clitoris was tugged and compressed. Lenora tried to close her legs without thinking. The pleasure had come on suddenly and was amplified by the teasing of her nipples. She squeezed her eyes closed and grimaced. Lysanter was unrelenting. His cock became slippery with her juices.
She could hear his breathing growing louder. He ceased playing with her breasts to brace himself on either side of her. Now he thrust his pelvis so the underside of his cock barraged her sex. Gentle rubbing turned to riotous grinding. Lenora dug her splayed fingers into his shoulders. The simulated intercourse hurtled her toward pre-orgasmic bliss. Her sex buzzed inside with prickly nodes of ecstasy. Lysanter continued his steady assault. He grunted with eve
ry plunge against her.
“Ah…Lysanter—!”
“Urgh!”
She could feel his seed spilling on her belly. Lysanter’s teeth started chattering. He still battered her sex with furious gusto. Lenora felt her insides tighten and then contract. Ecstatic convulsions made her stomach muscles clench, and her shoulders lifted from the bed. Lysanter was still rubbing against her while in a pleasure trance of his own. Her orgasm was drawn out, lengthened. Her muscles stayed tense through every ticklish spasm.
Then he ceased and lowered to kiss her again. Lenora felt like she was spinning in the aftermath. Her sex still throbbed with tingling pleasure.
When Lysanter broke their mouths he attached his lips directly onto her nipple. Lenora gasped. He now sucked on the flesh hard enough to tug her breast. He moved his mouth from side to side, reddening her nipples and making them glisten. Her breath caught with every searing kiss. He lowered his hand over her body, drawing goose pimples on her ticklish flanks and making her stomach twitch. His hand came between her thighs. The hot wet mound was agitated once again by his swirling palm.
Lenora craned back her neck. “Oh my God.”
Her sex was sensitized enough for her to jolt as his fingers penetrated her. He pried only two fingers inside, but even this her body had to adjust to. They curled within her while he continued to suck on her delicate breasts. She clenched her passage involuntarily—he’d awakened her to so much stimulation. The pads of his fingers mashed an especially tender place inside her. She clamped her legs, but without strength. He continued the deft torment inside her.
Lysanter’s thumb brushed her clitoris.
“Ah!”
He worked a third finger into her while making whisper soft contact with her clit. Lenora began to writhe. Her anus clenched and her clitoris felt like it buzzed with each gossamer touch. Lysanter was already coaxing her toward her second orgasm.
“You’re so sexy, Lenora,” he whispered against her breast.
She made a sound close to a whimper. “You’re…going to make me…”
Lysanter responded by rotating his strong wrist. His three fingers made powerful oscillations against her tender inside wall. Lenora’s leg muscles tightened. His thumb came down against her clit, making gentle but direct contact against the insanely tender knot. She craned her neck back once more. Her breathing came as desperate shallow gasps. He brought her to the brink once again. The whole of her pelvis felt like it pulsated. He continued to rhythmically masturbate her. Her orgasm was coming. He had only to keep rubbing just so. She feared the loss of control she’d share with him. Still for desperately long moments she remained on the precipice. The ache of prickly hot pleasure remained deep inside. Her thighs began to quiver. She knew…just a moment more.
“Ahh!”
Now Lenora gave a true whimper. He was still devastating her sex with his strong hand. She knew he could feel her convulsions squeezing his fingers. They came in staggered succession, each clenching with mind-deadening pleasure, then releasing. Lysanter continued rubbing her clit and insides. He coaxed the tumultuous spasms from her for over a minute. Her stomach cramped, and yet, her body continued barraging her with exquisite pleasure.
“St—stop…I can’t…”
He removed his hand. Lenora crashed back on the mattress and gasped for breath. Her whole body quaked now. She still pulsed inside and her nipples stood painfully erect.
The tip of Lysanter’s cock came against her sex.
Lenora moaned again. Of course this would come next, but pleasure had given her amnesia. Her insides were so lit up, she dreaded even more fierce sensation.
The huge round end of his organ poked against her wetness. She felt him pushing with frightening pressure. Only the corona breached her. Lysanter took her hand and kissed it.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He pushed with enough strength for his muscles to grow defined. The massive organ popped into her.
“Mmph!”
He kissed her cheek. “Are you—?”
“I said don’t stop.”
He joined their lips together.
Lysanter worked himself into her with slow careful thrusts. She felt stretched, but not in pain. After just moments she couldn’t believe her arousal was growing urgent once again. His organ mashed her g-spot while filling her exquisitely. Her breath became shallow.
“Ah…like that.”
“Lenora?”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re amazing.”
He thrust at a steady rhythm, repeating the performance of his hand. Lenora splayed her legs to hitch her ankles around him. He had her buzzing with pleasure from within. Her face became a contorted mask and the whimpering started once again.
“Ohh—ngh! Lysanter!”
He thrust faster. His back now heaved with staggered breaths of his own. She heard a clattering and realized he was chattering his teeth again. As he pushed into her he grunted and chattered while still maintaining control. His face looked in agony.
Lenora orgasmed suddenly. She made soft noises through her body’s renewed convulsions. How in the world…? Lysanter might not have noticed for his own ecstasy. His grunts grew louder. Then he made a something like a growl. His organ pulsated inside her. She saw his arms begin to lose strength. A sound was stuck deep in his throat, which failed to exit. One drop of seed trickled out of her, then another. Finally, Lysanter withdrew his member.
Lenora let out a deep breath. She’d be sore tomorrow, but not terribly so. Hopefully she could still compete. She was lost in consideration of this when Lysanter plucked her up and positioned her onto her knees. He moved to penetrate her from behind.
Her eyes became wide as saucers. “What are you doing?”
He leaned over her back to kiss her. “Once more. Please, Lenora.”
She swallowed hard, but remained braced for him. His cock found its way back into her sex with no need of a guiding hand. He resumed plunging into her.
Lenora felt certain she couldn’t orgasm again. Lysanter took so long, however, the prickly ecstasy built up once again. She came hard enough to have trouble staying propped on her hands and knees. Lysanter followed minutes after. His seed was as copious as the prior two times.
After this he finally withdrew for good. He urged her down onto the bed beside him and cuddled near. Lenora helped him cover them in the blankets. She wished to process what had happened, and the challenge before her, but was exhausted. In moments she fell into the deepest sleep she’d ever known.
The next morning she woke to his gentle kisses on her bare shoulder. Morning amnesia kept her from panic for two seconds, then she realized what had happened. Before she could think about that she realized it was morning.
She sat up. “What time is it? When am I competing?”
Lysanter smiled at her. “You’ve an hour or so. Don’t worry. It doesn’t matter if you’re late.”
“It doesn’t?”
“You and Vivian are the only competitors left anyway.”
Her brow furrowed. “Oh.” She gathered a sheet around her. “I’d still like to shower and try to eat something.”
Lysanter caught her arm. “Wait. Please.”
She lowered back beside him.
“Hester must come and take our marriage record.”
Lenora blinked. “Our what?”
“The photo of us in bed together—to prove we’ve completed the marriage rite.”
She sat up again. “Marriage rite? What are you talking about?”
Lysanter sat up with a look of concern. “You…didn’t know?”
“Know what?”
He gestured to the bed. “This was our marriage rite. Our coupling. We’re husband and wife now.”
“No we’re not. I didn’t perform any rite with you. We just had sex.”
“Just…had sex.” He sounded both incredulous and insulted. “Lenora—you gave yourself to me.”
“In my culture it does.”
“In mine it doesn’t! I wouldn’t have done it if I knew that. I was just trying to take care of you after I—oh my God.”
His face became pained. “You still don’t want to be with me?”
She shook her head.
“Why? Why, Lenora? Vivian will be taken care of. I told you this. And you know what you heard about us was a myth.” He turned away from her, stricken. “There’s a connection between us. You can’t deny it. That will only grow if you’d give it time. Why can’t you stay with me?”
Lenora felt like crying again. She stared at the blankets and tried to find an answer.
“This is a really fancy world,” she said, forcing the words past a lump in her throat, “And, in every practical sense, you’re a king. What doesn’t fit in this puzzle is me. Oh, sure, I could play along for a while. I could act like I was meant to be here with someone like you. But that’s all it would be. An act. Things would come apart eventually. Sometimes people get broken beyond repair. I’ll be miserable. You’ll be miserable. And the worse thing is, I don’t think you’d ever divorce me. You’d just keep trying. Trying and failing and wondering why.” She shook her head. “No, Lysanter. This isn’t the place for me. I need to go back to the woods. Survival. That’s what I know. That’s where my safe place is. Where I can’t hurt anyone and no one can hurt me.” She made a long, shuddering sigh. “I’m poison, Lysanter. The kindest thing I could do for you is walk away.”
When she looked at him she saw his eyes gleaming with burgeoning tears.
“I’m not enough for you?” he said.
Lenora looked at him in disbelief. “That’s not it at all. Didn’t you hear me? I’m the one—“
“You think I’m not enough to help you overcome the horrors you suffered at the hands of Sergeant Hastings?”
The name caused a shiver down her spine. Her spit became as thick as mud. She had to cough in order to speak again.
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